Pretty Boy

There Was Happiness Because Of You

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It's already night time when I finish. I've already drawn almost ten pictures of him, which is undeniably fascinating, though these hours are mostly the times when I can't help but feel motivated to draw. There was no distraction that was brought to me that stopped me from only thinking about him, and I couldn't help but feel happiness whenever he grazed my thoughts.

I've already eaten some snacks while sketching, but I still feel hungry. I mostly just buy myself food at night since I can't really bring myself to cook and my parents are gone. I sometimes go out or order things. However, right now, I want nothing more than to get out of my room.

I take my keys from their place again, feeling content with what I've drawn, and leave my house to head off to Carmy's.

The road is full and the light shines from the darkened city. I've gone through the easy route and passed the bridge, but as I get nearer to its end, a figure in the corner immediately captures my eyes, and I can't help but feel wonderstruck as I take in his body.

His frame is thin and his hair is dark yet flowy. His back is facing the road, and it's obvious that he has been drinking from the lines of beer next to him. There's also a bike lying at his side, which I easily recognize, and my heart pounds with relief as I get closer.

It's Serge

My eyes trailed on him, examining his state, and I couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted from seeing his state. He's breathing heavily, and his face is formed with watercolor eyes. He's staring straight at the city while indulging his feelings with indelible hurt.

"I can feel you standing there, Hogan." He say, making my body shudder from hearing him say my name.

My lungs feel breathless from the cold autumn air and my heart burns with mellowness. "What are you doing?" I asks.

I can hear his whimpers from afar, and it's noticeable that he has been crying for a while now. "Isn't it obvious? I want to get fucking drunk.

My body froze from his passiveness as I continued to soften my composure. "Why?" I ask, not really knowing how to respond.

He doesn't answer after that, which pierces me as my eyes draw at the cans of alcohol that he has finished. "Shit. How many have you drank? " I ask with an amusing panic in my tone.

Serge finally looks at me from where he's seated and rolls his eyes as if I'm foolish. "Can you just cut me some slacks and leave?" I want to be alone right now, okay?" He commands.

My feet step nearer to him, hoping to get a view of his face as I place my hands behind him and try to move his used body. "This is not okay, Serge. We have to leave. Come on now." I say, while bringing my hands to lift him up.

He immediately pushes me away with such force that it makes me tremble. "No." He replied, standing up. "Please, Hogan. I'm done now. I don't want to feel like I have to even care about the world anymore. It's bullshit. Everything is so fucking bullshit." He answers hopelessly while looking at me with his mournful eyes.

My heart burns with melancholy while staring at his pale orbs as I try to respond to him calmly. "Is it about the video?" I ask.

Serge looks at me with pure disbelief and huffs while lifting the can of beer in his hand. "Of course, it's about that fucking video." He said this while taking a sip of his alcohol. However, he throws it off afterwards, not being able to hide his raging feelings anymore. "It's not fine, Hogan. They assaulted you, and it's all my fault. I can't bear to let them take advantage of you just because I'm nowhere near your level. I should've known it would end like this. It's all my fucking fault." He rants while his tears grow heavier with each word.